The Chronicles of Eldoria: The Rise of the Keepers

Prologue: The Shadow of the Prophecy

On the darkest night Eldoria had ever known, the winds howled through the mountains like restless spirits, and the sky was a blanket of storm-laden clouds. In the heart of the capital, in the Hall of Visions, the ancient seers gathered around a crystal circle pulsing with incandescent light. Their breaths were synchronized, and the silence was as thick as a shroud of fog.

Legend said that on this night, a forgotten prophecy would be awakened, one that would mark the fate of the entire world. The crystal’s light intensified, revealing confused and indistinct images. The words of the head seer, Anlor, echoed in the silence.

“The line of the Keepers is in peril,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Only one among them can restore balance between light and shadow, but the price will be unimaginable.”

As he spoke, a shadow materialized in the crystal, a figure with indistinct features, whose eyes burned like embers. The vision was enough to make even the bravest of the seers shudder.

Anlor sighed deeply, closing his eyes. “The war is coming, and with it, the fate of Eldoria.”